I'm sooooo sorry I haven't updated in forever. It's summer though, so I should be able to update regularly now. I've seriously waited for like ever till I could get them drunk. :) Also, this was REALLY hard to write so please please review!
Matthew took a deep breath, and downed his first gulp of vodka. His face turned red and he hacked, trying to clear his airway. "Maple," he gasped. "Raivis must have took the vodka from Ivan. It's way too strong for normal vodka." Gilbert laughed at the expression on Matthew's face. "My turn!" He shouted with glee. Gilbert grabbed the bottle from Matthew and took a hearty swig. Gilbert's eyes widened, but he had a much better tolerance than Matthew. Damn, it really was strong. Matthew finally stopped gasping and said, "Why are we doing this again?" Gilbert smirked at Matthew. "Because dear Mattie, we are stuck in an airplane bathroom with Ivan's vodka, and someone needs to introduce you to some fun." Matthew glared at Gilbert. Since when did Matthew not have any fun? He had tons of fun. In fact, he probably had more fun than most people! "I do too have fun!" Matthew said indignantly and grabbed the bottle back. He gulped down the vodka and slammed it down on the floor, his eyes flashing. "See, I just chugged an unholy amount of vodka!" Gilbert just stared in shock, his mouth hanging open in shock. Matthew grinned triumphantly at Gilbert.
YAY FOR INDIGNANT CANADIANS!
Lars punched the seat in front of him. "How dare he get Matthew drunk! Who does he think is?" Lars snarled. Romano glowered at the bathroom also. "The invader of vital regions." Upon hearing this, everyone but Ivan turned white. "Why did we lock mi amigo in the bathroom with Gilbert again?" Antonio moaned. Ivan smiled cheerily at all of them, not in the least bothered. "Because it is great blackmail for the future, Da?" Lars grudgingly agreed. "Still, this might turn out bad. We might need to ask someone's advice." Raivis timidly spoke up. "Um… Maybe we should ask Francis?" Antonio turned to Raivis with a look of horror. "Dios mio! Why would we do that? Francis would probably encourage them!" Lars stared at Raivis thoughtfully. That might not be such a bad idea, he mused. Wasn't Francis super protective of Matthew because he was his cousin and all that? Lars entered the conversation. "That could be a good idea. Isn't Francis super protective of Matthew because they're cousins?" Romano shook his head empathetically. "That wouldn't work bastard! Francis hates Gilbert and Matthew together! He'd probably break down the door."
YAY FOR MEDDLING FRIENDS!
Matthew giggled. The bathroom was being swirly. He tried to stand up but instead collapsed against Gilbert. Matthew threw his arms around the equally drunk Prussian. "Did you know you're my bestest friend in the whole wide world?" Gilbert smirked at Matthew and said, "Duh! I'm the awesome Gilbert Beilshmidt! Who wouldn't like me!" Matthew leaned in close to Gilbert at and whispered in his ear, "Do you want to know why I like you?" By this time, Gilbert was having a hard time concentrating on what Matthew was saying because his hair smelled like maple syrup. Gilbert buried his face in the crook of Matthew's shoulder. "Why do smell like maple syrup all the time," he muttered. Matthew grinned mischievously at Gilbert and asked, "Don't you want to know why I like you?" Gilbert finally realized what Matthew had been saying and said, "Because I'm awesome!" Matthew shook his head and grinned. "I like you because your eyes are the color of the Canadian flag, you love Guns and Roses, and most of all…" Gilbert stared at Matthew, his eyes wide. Matthew leaned even closer and said, "Your boxers have the Prussian flag on them," and promptly burst into laughter. Gilbert pouted, "What's wrong with that?! It's called pride in my country!"
YAY FOR PRUSSIAN BOXERS AND DRUNKEN CANADIANS!
Lars, Romano, Antonio, Raivis, and Ivan all stared at the ribbon in shock. Romano broke the silence when he screeched, "How the hell does Matthew know what's on Gilbert's boxers!?" Lars was doing all he could not to break down the door and save Matthew. "This was a bad idea! We should just let them out of the bathroom already!" Lars shouted. Raivis pulled Ivan to the side. "I-Ivan, what spell did you cast on them?" Ivan looked slightly guilty. "Well… They have to do something for the door to unlock." Raivis shivered at the look on Ivan's face. "W-What do t-they have to do?" Ivan just merely said, "You will find out when it happens, Da?" With that, Ivan strode back to the group. "What are they saying now Lars?" Lars turned his attention back to the ribbon. "Well right now they are arguing whether or not Matthew has a maple leaf on his boxers." Romano turned red. "What the hell? Why are they still talking about that!" By now, Romano's screeching had attracted quite a lot of attention. A flight attendant walked up to them and politely asked them to be quite, as some of the passengers were trying to sleep. Romano politely said back that no he would not fucking shut up, the bastard was sleeping with Matthew! Ivan intervened at this point and said, "If you do not leave us alone, you will die. Become one with mother Russia?" The flight attendant blanched and scurried back to the front of the plane.
YAY FOR SCARY RUSSIANS!
Matthew screamed with laughter. "I do not have a maple leaf on my boxers! That's just insane!" Gilbert smirked and said, "We'll just have to find out the hard way, won't we?" Gilbert pinned Matthew against the floor and placed his hands on Matthew's hips. Matthew stared at Gilbert in shock and shoved him off of him. "What are you doing, eh?" Gilbert leered at Matthew. "Isn't it obvious? I'm trying to pull your pants down." Gilbert dove for Matthew again pulled his jeans down with single fluid motion. What do you know, he did have maple leaf boxers. Matthew turned a deep red and screamed, "Merde! What the fuck!" Gilbert collapsed with laughter and said, "I told you! You have a maple leaf on them!" Matthew turned even redder and tried to push Gilbert off of him. "This isn't funny Gil! Give me my pants!" Gilbert just shook his head. "What's the fun in that Birdie?" Suddenly, a glint came into Gilberts eyes as he realized exactly how much he could tease Matthew. He leaned down and placed his hands on Matthew's chest. "I think this is very, very, fun, don't you think so?" Meanwhile, Matthew was turning even redder as realized Gilbert was sitting on him. While Matthew had no pants on. It didn't exactly help that Gilbert's face was now mere inches away from his. Matthew considered his options. He could try and push Gilbert away and put his pants on. That would be the respectable option. That would be the better. On the other hand… "Fuck it," Matthew muttered. Matthew yanked Gilbert towards him and crashed his lips over Gilbert's.